Ripper keeps condoms in his wallet, on my planet. It's not a very rowdy planet.But that would still make more sense than Dawnie.
Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
Victor - didn't want to leave your ficlet uncommented upon. Nice way to synch up the season finales. I wish I could say more, but unfortunately I missed the entire Justine arc. As always, looking forward to more...
I *just* saw a rec for a story like that, Toddson, though I didn't read it so I can't say whether it's any good from personal experience. Lemme go look...
Okay, here's the rec. Includes a link to the story.
Victor, that made me catch my breath. Thanks for posting it. I liked Justine.
Victor, that made me catch my breath. Thanks for posting it. I liked Justine.
Thanks Deena and Smonster. More to come soon...
Ripper keeps condoms in his wallet, on my planet. It's not a very rowdy planet. But that would still make more sense than Dawnie.
Ack! Had images of Dawn being the child of Ripper and Joyce!
I really liked Progress too Victor, can't wait to read the next parts.
I also just Dawn'ed.
Victor, this is good. Keep it coming.
Er. So the Justice League thing is up, and, well, a little better edited than yesterday. It is, of course, still silly porn:
Running Start, NC-17, Flash/Green Lantern. Summary: "Alternate dimensions always suck when you're us."
Living Proof that I'll write anything but what I should...this may end up being my best attempt at a m/m, which I've never written. Two of my favorite characters, and one of my favorite scenes, ever.
Many-Splendored, Revisited
It wasn't often chilly in Sunnydale, but the admiring glances from women weren't the only reason Tim was glad he'd taken Tanya's suggestion(order, really) and worn the leather jacket out.
Their tantalizing suggestions hadn't hurt either, and he was feeling proud of himself as he headed home.But a detective's day starts early, and the outfit was starting to feel like a costume again as he left the red-light district behind. "What have we here? Another rebel without a clue, then?"
"Are you talking to me?" Bayliss said, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up.
-more-
"I don't see anyone else here," the voice from the shadows continued. "Yes, Tall, Pale and Haunted...I'm talking to you." Spike snorted a "get new material" snort. "Does your mother know you're out?"
"No," Tim said, honestly. "My mother would really hate this."
Spike's leather coat was not a costume. Bayliss bet luminal would light it like a Christmas tree. "Funny," he said, his face now a mass of angry ridges and yellow eyes "Mine too."